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May 2013
the sun is rising up,
the birds are perched on trees,
i take a sip from my cup
and reach for my keys.

i slip into my car,
and sit on my seat,
i put my foot on the peddle and drive far,
turning at every street,
i have a long way to go;
therefore, i will not go slow.
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